Psst – Wanna Buy a Slightly Used Soviet Space Suit?

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Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin was the first human to fly into the black reaches of outer space, an experience he described as godless and beautiful. He died in a plane crash less than seven years later, in 1968, but the memory of his mission lives on in history books – and here at Izmailovo, a market in northern Moscow that's home to the world's most sprawling collection of illicit Russian space artifacts. I'm talking to a vendor named Vladimir, who, to protect himself from the bitter cold, has put on a pair of orange space gloves, which he swears belonged to Gagarin, and a bubble-shaped space helmet. A $2,000 price tag hangs off his right pinkie, and a $1,000 marker dangles from the helmet. Eager to make a sale, Vladimir lifts the face shield, revealing a set of bulging eyes and a two-day beard. "So," he says, speaking English with a heavy Russian accent to a tourist snapping a photo, "you wanna be a spaceman?"

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Vladimir's stall is among hundreds that line Izmailovo's muddy pathways like a set of crooked teeth. Vendors hawk everything from pirated DVDs to antique rifles, just like any weekend market in the US. But Izmailovo's proximity to the famed cosmonaut training ground Star City – 90 minutes away by pothole-riddled streets – makes this bazaar unique. There are dozens of vendors peddling the same kind of wares as Vladimir. With a hand-rolled cigarette dangling from his mouth, he shows off artifacts that would be right at home in a museum clearance sale – an $800 leather headset, a $1,000 heat-resistant jumper with a Russian flag on the sleeve, and his prize, a $40,000 space suit from a 1971 Soyuz spacecraft.

From the streets of eastern Europe to the toniest auction houses in London and New York, the market for Russian space memorabilia is booming. Credit the spike in demand to resurging public interest in space (thank you, Mars rovers). And with NASA's total lockdown on US artifacts, Russian items are the only way to go. Despite Vladimir's personal guarantees – "You'd look like a professional cosmonaut in this suit. It's the real thing." – most of the gear is unauthenticated, and some of it is definitely counterfeit. But if you're looking for an electronic control board that really could be from the Mir Inter-national Space Station ($2,000 at Izmailovo), a Strizh full-pressure space suit ($8,595 on eBay), or even a Russian space shuttle ($5 million from a Warsaw-based dealer), there has never been a better time. "There are so many emotional tugs associated with the material – human achievement, pride, memories of being a child and seeing the landing on the moon," says Robert Pearl-man, who runs an online dealer called CollectSpace.com. "Collecting space material is all about tapping into these emotions. People will pay a lot for that."

There's not much information available about the 45-year history of the Soviet/Russian space program. Insiders say that 256 Russian cosmonauts have trained at Star City since the facility opened in 1960, and 96 have been to space. There could be hundreds of custom suits in existence, twice as many sets of gloves, thousands more headsets and suit liners, and 115 spacecraft. Combine the uncertainty of what actually exists with consumers who just want to believe that they're seeing the real thing, and you have the makings of a healthy black market.

Driving the Russian space trade is a slippery supply chain of quasi-government operatives, ex-KGB officers, and Russian mafiosi. Artifacts enter the pipeline after they're filched from Star City – or purchased directly from former cosmonauts – and trickle down to flea markets, galleries, online dealers, and ultimately collectors. It's a shadowy world, but there is a guy who appears to be the kingpin – a Polish national known as Russian-Space, or RS. RS is a one-man international bazaar of what dealers refer to as "legally stolen" space goods. He lives in Warsaw but has a million-dollar spread in Moscow, where he works several weeks every year.

After months of monitoring international auction sites, lurking on space collector message boards, and slowly chatting my way up the chain, I begin corresponding with RS by email, and then talking with him on the phone through a translator. He gradually reveals some details about his below-the-board business, including the Buran space shuttle he's eager to unload. "I've been trying to sell it for $5 million, but I'll give it to you for $1 million," he jokes in deep, guttural Russian before offering me a chunk of moon rock for $30,000. (He later puts it on eBay.) There are 842 pounds of moon rock on Earth, most of it gathered during the Apollo missions. Almost 841 pounds are under US government control; locating those last few ounces is almost impossible. "Most of the moon rock that shows up there is bogus," Pearlman says after seeing RS's offering. But I have to say, that one looked real."

RS got into what he calls "the game" 14 years ago when he met some Russians in Warsaw looking for young, gutsy guys to sell stolen aviation parts – engines, ignition systems, and battery products. He learned Russian by listening to tapes because he saw it as "an open door to big cash." From there, it was a smooth transition into the space trade. Russian mobsters and smugglers were raiding the property of the fallen communist government, and everything was for sale. "My contact brought me a space suit and said it'd bring good money," he says. "I thought it was a joke."

RS started selling suits, helmets, and gloves in Poland. By the mid-'90s, he was posting his wares on eastern European auction sites and then elsewhere on the Net. "I sell some smaller stuff on eBay and other auction sites," he tells me. "But most of it is word of mouth. It's a very private, secret world. A business of no names."

RS says the recent space exploration and moon tourism buzz has been good for business. He claims to have sold 15 suits for $3,000 to $150,000 each last year. Add 50 pairs of gloves for $600 to $2,000, and 10 to 20 helmets for about a grand a piece, and RS makes a very good living.

There's no mystery about where he gets the goods. "Let's not play around," RS says, laughing. "These things don't just come from the moon. I know an ex-general and a former top KGB officer, people like that, big people." RS says he's part of "a very big international organization," which is no doubt a euphemism for the mob. "The mafia is all over Star City," says Joseph Gutheinz, a Texas attorney who spent the late 1990s as a NASA investigator helping to hunt down stolen moon rocks and to root out corruption in Roscosmos, the Russian space agency.

Thanks to his network of suppliers, RS claims he can accommodate pretty much any request in a day or two. When an order comes in, RS instructs his team of operatives to search Star City, as well as various military installments and government storage facilities. When they find what they're looking for, they "walk away with it," RS says. The goods typically are sent as "diplomatic baggage" through Germany to a middleman and on to the buyer. RS's major clients live in Italy, Germany, and the US, but he also sells some bigger items – rocket engines, spacecraft – in Latin America and North Korea. "RS is one of the biggest out there," says Piotr Ho'da, a space dealer in Poland. "Many of the smaller dealers are linked back to him. He's very connected and very rich from his business."

Of course, that business isn't without risk. RS says his phone has been tapped several times by Russia's Federal Security Service. He says he's been questioned by Moscow police and has paid off Moscow airport officials more than once. To be safe, he usually disappears after a big deal. The last time we talked, he was off to Bali. "Sold a couple rocket engines," he wrote in an email. "A very good transaction. … I won't be around for a while."

EBay and Yahoo! Auctions are the starter drugs for space hobbyists. In a good week, the sites host hundreds of auctions for Russian gear – $1,310 for a Buran porthole, $1,499 for a Soviet State emblem signed by Gagarin, $3,900 for a Baklan space suit, $8,895 for a Strizh space suit, et cetera. Serious collectors who require proof of authenticity find their way to galleries and auction houses. Sotheby's and Christie's have taken in a combined $10 million in space sales over the past decade.

An auction this past October at Aurora Galleries International in Bell Canyon, California, included 1,249 space-related items and raised hundreds of thousands of dollars. "We're seeing serious growth in the market," says Victoria Campbell, Aurora's CEO. "It's not only the regular collectors. Nostalgic baby boomers who grew up with space exploration are getting involved."

Who's buying? Robert Pearlman, for one. Like many people fascinated by space, Pearlman is part collector, part dealer. He's the founder of CollectSpace.com, which sees 75,000 unique visitors a week, about 200 of whom spend thousands of dollars every month. He's also a space nut.

Pearlman's two-bedroom Houston apartment, which is located across the street from the Johnson Space Center, is jammed with museum-quality glass cases displaying everything from Russian gloves to a piece of a US space shuttle wing. The bathroom features a space print shower curtain with matching towels, trash can, and soap dish. His bedroom comforter is decorated with a rendering of the Apollo 8 picture of Earth rising over the surface of the moon. "People think it's a theme park," he says. "Friends say I should charge admission."

Last summer, Pearlman and some partners opened Rocket Town, a space collectible store in Houston featuring tons of Russian memorabilia. "There's a lot of cool, cutting-edge stuff coming out over there, and people collect it because they can't get an American equivalent," he says. To own a flown glove, with its slightly pinched fingers, heavy metal collar, and brackish, lived-in smell, is to own a part of the astronaut's world. "When I put my glove on," Pearlman rhapsodizes, "there's a sense of magic. It's a glove that protected a spaceman."

After sitting in my parked car for almost an hour, staring at the crushed coffee cups and crumpled newspapers on the floor, I finally work up some nerve. The plan is to rendezvous with a dealer I'm told is the main supply line for the space trade at Izmailovo. I've come to get myself a little souvenir.

It's Sunday. Freezing rain slants down on locals and tourists as I enter the market. Everything reeks of cooked lamb, and I'm thinking about what RS told me before I came: "Be careful, there are dangers there. Don't admit that you have money. They'll tell you they have the goods, invite you somewhere, and then …"

Within minutes of walking through the front gate, I'm approached by a sinewy, unshaven guy in a fur hat who offers me a Baklan space suit for $50,000. "Many Americans buy my things," he says. Down another row, a man in a blue parka stands near a military booth, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. It's my contact. A tall and muscular man with buzzed hair showing flecks of gray, he looks me up and down, then says to follow him.

I inquire about his business, but he remains silent while leading me to a deserted spot behind a wall of vendors. "I don't know who you are," he growls. "There's something about you. You don't look like a collector. You ask too many questions. Questions are no good."

I assure him that I'm just new to the Russian market and curious. He relents and unzips a gray duffel bag that contains a pair of Sokol gloves, flown into space, for $600; a Sokol helmet for $500; a $1,000 linen flight jumper; and a single Baklan glove for $300. He tells me he can also get his hands on Orlan, Sokol, and Birkut suits for $60,000.

I'm on a budget, so I inquire about the Baklan glove. He tells me it's been to space. "Believe me, I know," he says, pointing out the glove's wear as proof – most notably, a small hole in the index finger. We settle on $200, and he bolts.

Later, I show a photo of my purchase to Pearlman. He has bad news. The glove, he says, probably never went to space. "I think you've been duped," he says sadly. "Those gloves were built for high-altitude testing."

OK, so the glove may not be the real deal. But it's still pretty cool. And what's more, I got a bargain. The same kind of glove is going for $400 on eBay.

Out of this world: Select items available from a California dealer, including the suit (above right) worn by Alexander Victorenko during a 1989-90 mission. Misha Gravenor, styled by Brigette O'Neill/Artist Untied